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By Jack Joseph Smith

He cut his ladies splendor with cowboys in wide oak trees bringing oceans to the desert knowing that there is no such number as seven A candle as a helm with nothing done Birds and fish and snakes While wanders die on jib and noose Possibly thinking of the white man's fear to stay And the Black man's fear to go So sirs he has said do your best Avoid the yardarm, avoid the yoke No part of the deal when long line Has a motor or main sail down turned magic against the breeze for dancing Open the bildge the planks will whine Sheet yourself this terrible sea We have invited sharks on board Against the rush, leave the technologic We have a stance to make from underneath Do not you hear the Legands of the dead singing yea

Original Scan

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AI Interpretation

GPT

The page mixes women, cowboys, oceans, desert, candles, and the denial of the number seven into a deliberately mythic field.

This is one of the collection's more fully incantatory pages. It does not argue so much as stack symbolic objects until they produce their own pressure.

Claude

A recombination page that pulls images forward from 16, 17, and 19 — the ladies' splendor cut with cowboys, wide oaks bringing oceans to the desert, no such number as seven, yardarm and yoke avoided — refashioning the earlier drafts into a single sea-passage.